I Will Always Be There For You, chapter 1

I laid my head on the car window as the sun beat down through it. I was hot but I didn't care. I was in mope mode. My mom was driving me down the California interstate. It was great seeing the familiar sites that were once my home but I didn't want to come back really.
I still don't get why my mom even wanted to come back. After the big break up my dad and her had, she got away to New York so she could further pursue her dream of photography. And she had dragged me with her ripping me from my dad who I barely saw anyways because of his job. Now she was moving back so she could settle from the hustle of the city and maybe start a new studio in San Francisco and so I could be closer to my dad. (Joy! Perfect plan! Now I'm finally going to have a dad when I'm 13! Brilliant idea mother! )
I guess now's a good time to tell you, if you haven't figured it out already. My name is Ramona Wright. That's right, Wright. Not Cool. Not Lyons. Wright. And it's my right to have it be Wright... Er, right? ( Haha. I have successfully confused you in the first chapter. )
So my dad is the famous, the one, the only, Tre Cool. (Ugh. Let me go crawl in a hole and die. Now! At least stop the car so I can barf please, mom. ) You might be reading this going, 'Why is she so upset for the best drummer in the world to be her dad? I'd kill for him to be my dad, '. Well, that's where you're wrong.
You think it's easy having people only be your friend to get to see your dad? Like, they only pretend to like you so they can goggle and drool at his feet like he's a god? Newsflash! He's not a freakin' god! He's my dad. A normal, embarrassing, love-ya-to-death dad. A human being just with more talent then you. Get the hell over yourselves!
"Mona? Are you all right?" My mom called to me looking up at me.
I huffed and turned as far away as possible from her. Why did I have to sit in the seat diagonal from her?
"Look, I know you're upset about all this change but really was it any better the way it was? I mean, you barely got to see your father and you had no friends-"
"Shows what you know. I had plenty of friends." I lied. I have never really had a true friend. Maybe when I was smaller and people weren't so into my dad's band. But, they all started changing on me. Becoming preppy bitches and always bragging about my dad.
"Really? Well, all they really wanted was to see your father." she continued.
"That seems like what everyone does. No one really cares about me. It's all," I put on a snooty voice, "'Tre Cool! Tre Cool! Oh em gee! He is, like, da sexiest beast on the planet! You are, like, sooo lucky to have him as your dad. Oh em gee! Can we, like, meet him? '"
My mom looked back at me sympathetically. "I know, honey. It must have been horrible."
"Are you kidding me? Who in their right mind wants to hear how hot their dad is?! Makes me want to vomit on their faces!" I hollered finally looking at her directly.
"I know, Ramona, I know. It was getting bad at the studio too. People coming up to me and asking me if I had been married to Tre. They said I was an idiot to have left a millionaire. They didn't even know the half of it! How would they like it if I went up to them and started judging how they lived their lives by just looking at them?" She started fuming.
I sat there looking at her in awe now. I never had really thought about what my mom had to go through every day. I was so selfish to leave her in the closet and say she wouldn't understand.
"Wow, mom. I-I never really realized... I-" I started.
"It's okay, Ramona. Don't feel sorry for me. That's part of why we're moving. Get away from them. People in the bay know there are famous people around and won't bother us."
"But, we're not... We're not famous. Dad is..." I said.
Mom just looked at me with a crease in her forehead.